Spooky Ohio a Review and Relection

Spooky Ohio
13 Traditional Tales
By: Chris Woodyard
Illustrated by: J. Wiesel

A Reflection


After reading the thirteen short stories in this small book, I cannot help but feel an overwhelming sadness versus the scare or at least slight heart flutters one might have after reading or hearing what is supposed to be stories to give you chills, a typical ghost story if you will. Yes, I am aware of the fact that these are all true, that these actually happened to people, and I have a good many of my own, but there should be a line drawn somewhere, at least I think so, of actual horror, rather than a broken hearted man or woman that dies of loneliness and can still be seen. That is not scary, it is by definition sad.

The many stories I have, my own experiences lead me to believe more and more, that what creeps around me, follows me, and or tries to posses me are being of malicious intent, though I have had experiences where I have been saved, or felt safe, secure, protected. Sometime, there have even been instances of jealously.

Most don’t believe me, most laugh at me, and at this point in my life, I have learned to except that. Even my own mother thinks I am obnoxious when I bring it up, but then again I think her renewed faith in God is obnoxious just because she is married to a new man. But her hypocritical, moral nature is a story all in its own, and my thoughts regarding it are best saved for another time.

All I know, since I was nine, I have had other worldly senses, and since my latest relationship cause shit to hit the fan, the new man in my life is bringing out the best in me, and with that, everything I ever loved is returning to the surface; My love for the things that go bump in the night, the paranormal, astrology, tarot, anything that furthers the insight into the mind and what lies beyond. I will always, firmly believe that I have lived more than one life, and the fact that I don’t think I belong in this life time is further proof of that, that I am here as a means to learn something, and I will never permanently rest until whatever task fate, the Gods, who or whatever has set out before me has been completed. Who knows, perhaps I will never rest, that my task is to collect certain information’s and continue to practice what drives me and that others find odd.